"Oh good. It would be fucking... I don't know, ironic? If I take taken out by water." Maybe ironic isn't the word he wants, but it's the only one he can think of. Once Jack is settled, Poison eases into the tub and sinks down, snuggled up to Jack's chest. "Wore me the hell out, baby."
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Date: 2016-05-20 03:30 pm (UTC)